Andrew Jacob Jung Poet Lyric

Just Another Junky

Back in the nineteen nineties
I'd get righteously opinioned
When I'd hear about junkies on TV

Or see them out on State Street
Panhandling for money
Don't you have somewhere better to be

In the two thousands it hit closer
When my cousin got addicted
And pretty much destroyed her family 

First she lost her daughter
Then she went to prison
Now she's a prostitute at forty-three

All the time I'm thinking
Without a trace of irony
At least I'd never sink so low as that

It's a subtle kind of judgement 
When the truth begins to close in 
It can be about enough to hold it back 

While I was busy judging 
I nurtured my own compulsion
I lived at work and soaked in alcohol

Rather than do the facing
I upped my medication
Guess I'm just another junky after all 

June 3, 2018

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